Current mood:	sore
Current music:	sondre lerche // counterspark.

from the start:
There is disquiet in the air. Clouds gather at the edges of the muted sky, piling in vapid towers; choking on withheld moisture. It harps in dissonace on frayed strings, it grates on nerves. Flocks of seabirds darken the sky, the gentle rustling of their wings drowned out by the droning silence of the land. The air hangs heavy. Lurid.

...it is heard first; a massive rending that starts as a rumble in the earth. Then, as the clouds finally lash the coasts in torrents, the earth shakes. Tremors course over the countryside, into the heart of Doriath.

One by one, Valar are given the message. The earth is angry. The Circles of Arda have been flattened. And its Children, both First and Second born sons and daughters are called upon to find those culpable. And set things right.

This is only the beginning.

Ulmo's fingers shake; the origins of rage glinting in his eyes as he paces the coast, stinging rain whipping in his face. With one breath, giant waterspouts writhe over the roiling surface. Perhaps they could all fall off in one grand, delirious thrust of megalomanic pride (in blood, in ancestry...in gender?). He smiles and feels the rivers seep over their banks.